El Clásico

Today, Barcelona's painted red and blue
Casillas will sneak out the back like Raúl
You don't take care of your icons, but you keep a cone
I don't get how he's on the team when he can't even stand in the photos
Your starting defenders come straight out of Street Fighter
And my biggest haters come from the capital
Whether you're from Milan, Bayern, or United
Pepe will make sure you leave without your hamstring
Your star is the crybaby of the locker room
He calls himself a movie star player
So he can later say he's sad, good for him: Mercenary
Sixty grand for Illara and Isco to warm the bench
Your team is full of galácticos, but you win without shine
Pepe's missing a screw, but you guys are real gentlemen
Hooray for Madrid, go Madrid and its few values

From Real Madrid since I was a kid
A pure white team with a dream trophy case
And Barça resorts to fake cups
Like the Catalonia one to try to look like them
It's 31 leagues against 22
They openly declare they're atheists if they say Messi is God
A message to the fans
We also have the edge in classic matchups
You'll have Arturo and the mayor on your side
Someone tell Sandro Rosell that running away is for cowards
The guy bails and doesn't even mess up his hair
You complained about Cristiano, but you’re more upset about Neymar
That's what happens when you sign after whiskey
You end up with Ibrahimovic, Keirrison, and Chigrynskiy
Money lost that in the end everyone pays for
And now they come with the excuse that Barça is getting a facelift

The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks
The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks

Because I like him, I won't talk about Sergio Ramos' tweets
What he likes is the Copa del Rey slipping from his hands
Are you not used to titles anymore?
You don't know how to lose without making a fool of yourselves, it's proven
Barça is who won the World Cup, Atlético must be Real
Khedira's pathetic, Karim's into the girls
Honestly, I consider myself a fan of Gravesinha
Figo and his betrayal, Florentino and his check
Xabi Alonso and his passion for arriving late to the ball
Kick and run, they don't know how to play as a team
Did you have Punto Pelota? We have the ball and that's it
Comparison Neymar and Bale
One Bale over 100 million and the other is the king
In the market, some won't sell for a blank check
Financed by a bailed-out bank, but of course, that's not been discussed

The team's broken, like Di Maria broke Puyol
Dani Alves raging every time a goal goes in
Piqué wins the World Cup, but doesn't feel Spanish
It's embarrassing, like the covers of Sport
Busquets gets a Razzie for worst actor
Undiano Mallenco sells himself to the highest bidder
Tito MC plays for Barça, calls himself Song
Gotta shut Shakira up with the Piquetón
They say there's beef in the locker room
Lionel dressed like that for the Ballon d'Or and no one moved a finger
Tax evader, whore, and everything he’s involved in
It's rumored his dad's Dani Benitez's dealer
Less complaining and more answering to the judges
Pinto says Casillas doesn't deserve the award
The hate between Madridistas and culés just keeps growing
And it seems like Figo still hurts you

The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks
The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks

It's sad that you always talk about the 5-0
And Bayern humiliates you by scoring 7 on the keeper
I record this topic in Barcelona, not sure if I’m clear
I attack from within like the Pericos
To screw a team in a year, you gotta be an artist
I bet my hand that Mr. Tata is a Madridista
So better not lose sight
I rap this piece, Neymar's dad is the lyricist
Fabregas sucks, Iniesta's spaced out
How many European cups have you won?
Barça scammed, Villa frustrated
How much money wasted on signings
It's clear you don't pay for it
Pinto, stop rapping, it's too expensive
Neymar ruins, but you sign him
You're like Messi, a bit slow

The image of Madrid died with Mou
In my mind, the 5-0 at Camp Nou still lingers, it was surreal
Put on whatever channel you want, they'll be Madridistas
That's why it disgusts me to hear the commentators
You've been whining for over ten about the tenth
And the campaigns you make against the refs are terrible
You love Luis Enrique, Cristiano's a diver
The mole is Iker, the club doesn't show as much love as Carbonero
I hate Coentrao and his bad manners
You always ask for hands in the wall
The noodle is uglier than Peter the Eel
The penalty from Ramos breaking boundaries
What do you expect from a club that always sells its youth?
You live off past victories, but without Franco, nothing's the same as it was

The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks
The feeling's the same, just the clothes are different
I'm happy for my wins, I enjoy your losses
All in with my badge since the boots are laced
Rivals on the field, then we go out for drinks